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Sunday, September 1, 2013

Evil Cheerleader - Part Seven

Denzil Harris was lying on his bed, feeling tense and exhausted. He was
staring at his mobile as he had been all night. He hadn't slept a wink.
"Give me your number, Denzil," she'd said, as she was telling him to
leave. "I can't think straight just now. I'll make a decision and text
you what it is. Just YES or NO will be the message, okay? NO means
forget it and if it's YES, you put your nice new suit on and get over
here to pick me up by five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Prom starts at
six, doesn't it? So whatever you do, don't be late. If you're a minute
late, the YES becomes a NO. Do you understand, Denzil?"

He still felt horribly embarrassed by how he'd behaved. Not just the bum
licking but afterwards when she'd indicated her displeasure. They'd
both got dressed (semi dressed in Tanya's case, since she put her skirt
and shoes back on but remained topless) and then Denzil, seized with
terror that she was about to dump him, had sunk to the floor in a
posture of abject supplication. He grovelled at Tanya's feet, begging
and pleading for her to give him another chance. She said nothing for
ages. Just stood there and let him beg. Every time Denzil looked up to
see if his grovelling was working, she was gazing down at him with a
strange half smile on her face. It wasn't the smile of a girl who was
about to say everything was cool again.

So when she'd finally told him to get up and leave, but added that thing
about texting him her decision, it WAS a relief. She'd also told him he
could jack off when he got home, thinking about her sexy ass, and that
was a relief too. "Just once though, poochie," she'd said. "And make
sure you ARE thinking about my ass when you do it. Here's my number. I
want you to text me when you've finished. Text me to say "Hi goddess
Tanya, I've just wanked myself silly fantasising about your sexy ass."
Those exact words. Understand, sugar?"

Denzil, noting she'd called him
sugar, nodded and managed a thin smile.

Tanya wasn't smiling however.
"Don't expect a reply though. Only text you're gonna get from me is the
YES or NO one. That could arrive any time before four o'clock tomorrow
afternoon. Takes you 'bout an hour to get from your place to mine,
right?" He nodded. "Yeah so if you haven't heard by four, you can assume
it aint gonna happen. And the sooner I get your "wank about my sexy
ass" message, the sooner you'll probably get my decision 'cos I'm not
gonna think properly about it till then. I mean, why should I even
CONSIDER going to the prom with a boy unless he jacks off every night,
thinking about kissing my peachy bum? So, looks like you should
seriously consider getting to work on that little dick of yours straight
after you get home... shouldn't you, sweetie? Oh and one more thing
... I need to hear STRAIGHTAWAY that you know my decision, okay? So
whether it's YES or it's NO ... and believe me, Denzil, it could go
either way... but whichever it is, you need to text me back within one
minute. You got that, baby? One minute. Just say "GOT IT TANS" that's
all I wanna hear. If you don't do it within sixty seconds, then even if
it was a YES it turns into a NO. Yeah? And no spelling mistakes, sugar,
in either of your messages, otherwise you know what, right? Okay, pooch
boy? You cool with all of that, my little poodle?"

First part of the process had been achieved without too much difficulty.
When he'd got home last night (just before eleven, it was) he'd shot
upstairs without even stopping to chat to his mother who'd stayed up
waiting for him. A quick "hi mum," was about the size of it as he flew
up to his bedroom and locked the door. Out came his little cock and
within a couple of minutes he was pumping away to images of Tanya's
luscious ass. Didn't take long.

Nor did the text because he'd keyed it in and stored it during his bus
ride home. HI GODDESS TANYA, I'VE JUST WANKED MYSELF SILLY FANTASISING
ABOUT YOUR SEXY ASS. Check all the spellings one more time. Send. Done.

So that was that. She'd said she'd be starting her serious consideration
of whether to dump him or not as soon as she got that and he was
hopeful of a quick decision. But it wasn't to be. Denzil had lain there
all night staring fixedly at his phone and there was nothing. He would
have liked to pass the time wanking again and again over Tanya but she'd
been very clear on that. Once only she'd said, and so once only was how
it had to be. He consoled himself with the thought that Tanya was right
to take her time over such an important matter. In any case, he'd
vastly prefer a slow YES to a quick NO!

Nine o'clock now and he knew he had to be up and about. He had a dinner
suit to buy for one thing. Even if it turned out he wasn't taking Tanya
to the prom, it felt better to proceed on the basis that he was. He
wanted to be ready.

Seven hours to the four o'clock deadline and Denzil could only hope and
pray that he got a text from her before then. Whatever he needed to do
today, he was going to have to do it while staring at his phone...
sixty seconds to reply was not long!

******

Denzil bought the suit, plus the gear to go with it. Bow tie, dress
shirt etc. He also invested in a shiny new pair of shoes. It was tricky
but he somehow managed to negotiate the whole transaction (including
trying the stuff on) while holding his mobile up in front of his face.
More difficult had been asking his mother for the money. They were poor
and the amount he needed equated to over half their savings. He felt bad
about asking (especially when he couldn't even look at his mother
properly because of the business with the phone) but the conversation
had gone a lot better than he'd feared. When she heard what he needed
the money for - a smart outfit to take a pretty girl to the prom that
evening - Mrs Harris had smiled and said, "Of course, dear." She then
pulled down the biscuit tin in which she kept their meagre supply of
cash "for a rainy day" and she presented Denzil with a stack of bills.

"Gee thanks, mum!" he exclaimed and he ran off to the shops.

******

Three thirty and Denzil was sitting in his bedroom. He was dressed and
ready to go but STILL no text from Tanya! He was beyond anxious now.
Only thirty minutes to the deadline. His thoughts were turning sadly to
what he would do if Tanya had decided to dump him. He'd already told his
mum that he was taking a girl to the prom, and he'd spent all the money
she'd given him, so he was going to have to pretend. At four o'clock,
if he hadn't got the longed for "YES" from Tanya, he'd have to go out
anyway and just hang around by himself the whole evening ... preferably
some place where he wouldn't look too conspicuous in a brand new dinner
suit. Nothing sprang readily to mind. It was a prospect he dreaded.
******
Tanya and Brad were lying in her bed having just made out for the third
time that afternoon. Tanya was fingering her phone. "So, should I send
it now, sugar?" she giggled. "Put the poor boy out of his misery."

"Nah. Send it right on four o'clock," said Brad. "That way he'll be
worried he's gonna be late the whole time he's running over here."

"Poor little Denzil," sniggered Tanya.

"Yeah, we're EVIL aren't we, Tans?" chuckled Brad.

Tanya shrugged and grinned. "God, I can't wait to see his face when he
gets here and we tell him it's all been one big joke. How do you wanna
do it, sugar?"

Brad mused for a while before replying. "Well, why don't you let him in
and bring him through to the lounge and I'll just be sitting there
waiting with a big fucking grin on my face. You got the cuffs all ready,
baby?"

Tanya nodded. "Yeah, course. Checked they work and all, too."

"Good girl. Right, so then we just do what we said. We strip him, cuff
his wrists and his ankles together so he can't move, and we stick him in
the bath. Leave him there all night while we go to the prom. Before we
go, we tell him all the stuff we're gonna do to him later."

"Omigod, he's gonna wanna die! Hey and I've had another little idea...
we put cold water in the bath so he freezes his nuts off while he's
waiting for us to come back."

"You're SUCH a bitch, Tans!" It was true, Brad thought. He could still
hardly believe what she'd done the previous night ... how she'd teased
the poor little bastard like that. Christ, if he didn't know her better,
he'd have thought she was making it up! And when it came to dreaming up
all the different ways they were planning to torture the poor wretch
after the prom, well he thought HE had a cruel imagination but Tanya,
she was something else. That thing with the chilli pepper she'd come up
with, for example, oh sweet jesus!

"And why don't you slap him around a bit first, sugar? You know, when he's all tied up and helpless," giggled Tanya.

"What, before we put him in the bath?"

"Yeah, sugar. Be fun, don't you think?"

"Sure baby, I'd love to," grinned Brad.

"Hey it's four o'clock," giggled Tanya. "Should I give him the good news?"

"Do it, babe."

******

Way across town, the poor side of town, a none too fashionable mobile
phone made a beeping sound. Denzil Harris heard it, saw the message and
his face broke into the widest, happiest grin you could ever imagine.

He flew out of the house with just an excited little wave to his beaming mother.